Cassian Jennings gripped the playing cards in his hand and looked up at Leo Joyce. Parting his thin lips, he said coldly, "A woman!"
"A woman?" Leo Joyce's expression changed abruptly. "What kind of woman?"
"A woman I've slept with!" As he spoke, Cassian Jennings turned his head to look at the woman standing not far away. His words carried not a trace of emotion—they were cold and piercing.
The color drained from Amelia Avery's face, and her tightly clenched fists began to tremble faintly.
'A woman he'd slept with! So, in Cassian Jennings's heart, that's all I am... just a woman he's slept with...'
Cassian Jennings's eyes never left her. When he saw her expression change at his words, his brow furrowed deeply.
But in the next instant, Leo Joyce yanked Cassian Jennings to his feet and threw a punch straight at his face. "You bastard!"
